Last month, he was barely scooting around. As of late, he’s trying his hardest to climb the walls. He can crawl up and over anything.

I have to put him in his packnplay in the kitchen while I cook breakfast. For fear I might find him on the ceiling…

And this boy isn’t much interested in crawling. He wants to walk. He has perfected pulling up on everything. Especially in the packnplay. But I don’t think he wants to just stand there, he’s plotting how to get out! You can tell he just wants to be cruising from couch to couch, and he’s pretty dang close.

The first few days were scary. (And still are!) He pulls up, and until just yesterday, had no idea how to get down again. So he’d whimper, and I’d help him back down on his little bum, only to watch him pull back up to stand. Aaand Repeat.

Stand. Whimper. Sit. Repeat. : )

He finally figured out that he can let one arm go and dangle to sit. But he only remembers half the time. So thank goodness he still needs his Mommy to come rescue him!

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You have almost been an “outside baby” as long as you were an “inside baby.” And you’re crawling closer and closer to One. This last month has been a busy one for you, Mr. Chazz. Not only are you growing in leaps and bounds, but you’re also turning into such a kid. A little-big kid.

You are crawling everywhere {fast!} and pull up on anything you can to stand. That includes couches, tables, and any stray limbs. And what a grip! I’m glad to see that clawing your way up my legs is a fun new exciting way to stand.

All of these new mobile abilities have presented quite a few new problems… Babyproofing has become a twice-a-day affair. Getting you to sit still and eat has become…. very hard. And these days, you are SO over your carseat.

Being buckled in for longer than 10 minutes must really be cramping your style. Any longer than that, and you become a hot mess, inconsolable from the front seat. The 30 minute drive to pick up your “Dada” from work has become, well, loud.

{It is so hard to drive while he is flailing around bawling behind me, BTW. It’s heartwrenching! Do I pull over and prolong the tears in an attempt to make him happy, or just get where we’re going as fast and sane as I can?? It’s a rock and a hard place, my friends…}

Also, you have come to appreciate what I call The View.

The View.

From Mom’s arms.

Nothing must look as good from anywhere else, because this is where you insist on seeing it all!
My little Velcro Baby ❤

I'll just keep alternating between lugging you around and chasing you around, and you just keep being cute, mmkay? Deal.

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Forever&After

A fairytale, unfolding. About life as Mama to Chazz, 1, and wife to Roman, Forever. We're having fun learning to raise a *kinda* crunchy baby and doing our best as parents. I just want to blog more, swear less, and balance work with domestic bliss.